Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(43)

Still not answering him, I glared at the dashboard.

“And as soon as you’re nice and healed, I’ll suck that pussy for hours on end to make sure it’s happy again.”

He was smiling at me, his face so bright and full of happiness. He was annoying as fuck, but then so damn adorable. Yet, I couldn’t understand what was going on between us. “Why are you being nice to me? Most guys would run at the sight of that.”

“Duh, I’m not like most guys. Plus, I don’t care what it looks like as long as it works.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh gee, thanks.”

He reached out, cupping my face. “And attached to you.” Running his thumb along my lip, he whispered, “Don’t be embarrassed. I’ll never tell anyone.”

I realized that really was the main reason I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want to be the talk of the locker room. But hearing him say that, seeing his eyes, I could tell he’d never do that to me. “You won’t?”

“Never.” His eyes were serious and dark as they held mine. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Holding his hand in mine, I exhaled. “Chocolate ice cream?”

“Duh, with chocolate syrup.”

I smiled. “And Friends? Can we watch Friends? Or The Office!”

“Yes! Office!” He cheered and kissed my nose. When he tried to pull away, I wouldn’t let him. His eyes searched mine, a smile pulling at his lips. “You okay?”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Just hours ago, I said this was nothing but fun, but something was swirling deep in my gut, and I was pretty sure it was stupid feelings for this goofy goof who wanted nothing more than to make me feel good. I wanted to believe that this could be something, but I was the girl who had the worst luck.

Hence, the swollen vagina.

Yet, even I couldn’t dwell on that as I stared into those green depths of his. “Thank you,” I whispered, kissing his palm. “Really, it means a lot that you were there for me today.”

His face changed. Gone was the goofy grin, replaced with a serious but equally hot quirk of his lips. “Hey, it’s becoming our thing, ER visits. Wonder if they’ll set aside a bed for us once a week.”

“Wouldn’t that be cool? Have pizza waiting?”

“And lots of ice packs, some pain meds.”

“Yes, and condoms, ’cause we’ll have to do it at least once there.”

He cracked up as he nodded. “Oh, I’d bend you over the little desk thingy with no qualms whatsoever.”

I bubbled with laughter. “Whatever. You’re next, so I’ll probably have to give you head.”

“Oh, a BJ from my BJ, how sweet.”

Rolling my eyes, I laughed. “Oh, shut it.”

He shrugged. “But you’ll be there, promise?”

“I told you, no promises,” I reminded him, but he shook his head.

“No, I want a promise on this one.”

“I will,” I answered automatically without really thinking. “As long as you want me.”

“I will, and I promise I’ll always be there with you,” he shot back, mirroring my words before kissing my nose once more. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

I watched as he walked around the truck, fishing his keys out of his shorts. It wasn’t him that had my heart skipping all kinds of beats in my chest.

No, it was the grin on his face.

A smile that took over my world.

Exhaling hard, I shook my head because the voice in my head said, You are positively the biggest idiot on this planet, Bo St. James.

But I didn’t care.

I didn’t hate him.





Chapter Twenty-Four





Bo





“I need your notes.”

Going through the door that Lizzy was holding open for me, I pulled out my notes from our last class and handed them to her. “Did you fall asleep?”

Lizzy gave me a look. “The fact that you didn’t even notice me during that class is sad, Bo. Like really, how do you zone into class like that?”

“Because I want to pass with the highest grade.”

“Overachiever.”

“You could be too, if you weren’t out sleeping with the professor all night long.”

“Um, I think that’s the epitome of overachiever. I’m doing that extra for the A.” She giggled beside me, her lips pursing as she shrugged. “Plus, I’ll take sex with Roger over that class any day, and that’s a promise.”

“You’re insane.” I laughed as I tucked my stuff back in my bag. “What are you doing for break? Please don’t tell me you’re going to Mr. McMillian’s office.”

She gave me a dry look. I know she didn’t like me calling him by his last name, but he was my professor, and it was weird to call him by his first name.

“Yes, I’m going,” she said. “He brought us lunch.”

“How darling.”

“It is. I really like him.”

“Good,” I answered with a nod. “But that leaves me lonely for lunch.”

“Call your little boy toy. He’ll bring you something.”